tonight the lamplight swirls and glistens melting itself upon my face i'm hanging my silhouette near the shoreline i'm swimming underneath in the noontime will i ever know what's wrong with me will i ever see your hand again in mine tonight the rain is pelting rooftops there is no fire to melt the cold i'm straining to hear a human whisper and i'm painting images on the soft stone now i'm drinking alone amidst these figures of stone i'll raise the gla** once again then lay my head on the pillow